You call to Jeremy and try to tackle the guard whose hands are on your neck. Jeremy, seeing you, does the same. The initial blow to the jihadist soldiers works out of surprise, but once you are on the ground you are no match for them. You may have spent a lot of time around fighters in your day, but you are hardly anything close to one when put in a contest of physical strength. When you feel the blade enter your back, you look at Mousa, who is seemingly unaffected by the pain you have just encountered. You don't see Jeremy but you hear him. It is a scream that moves the sand surrounding Al Raqqa. This is how it ends for you, as just another missing name.